Smallhouse Log

Sunday morning, before bed

Conveying: Happiness
Now Playing: "Flavor of the Week" - American HiFi
When Praying: All those in their Lenten devotions
Betraying: Jen's away message

It's seven in the morning. I've been awake for 15 hours. I'm going to bed soon, because I've got church tonight. Good to go, eh, since I'm asking the priest to write me a recommendation.

It's been a great night. I feel right again.... actually, I think it all began the night before....

It began Friday night, when I watched SLC Punk. Well, the first most of it. I'd never seen it before, see, and it really set me straight. Basically, it reminded me what being hardcore is about....and also it reminded me of why I used to dislike punks so much (ie. because they're arrogant little jerks; because they have no respect; because I could take pretty much any punk I've ever known, with the exception of my roommate Eric. (That is, six months ago, I could've. Like I may have mentioned earlier, I've gone downhill since.)). That movie -or rather, since the movie was actually pretty well-done, those punks in the movie- really pissed me off.

To be truthful, events got rolling earlier when I crashed the invitation-only party on third floor, where I talked with Sara(h?) (orange-haired Sarah, not Sarah Powers)and she told me she was going to go up and hang out with Aaron later. Then I went upstairs and watched the movie -by accident, por supuesto- and back downstairs. I played some no-stakes poker and found out that she'd already gone up to my floor. So, after a while, (and since I knew that Liz, the RA, had to break up the party at one, which was then eight minutes off) I went upstairs as well.

Perhaps I should explain about how I met Sarah. I work the Fred's late shift, 22:30-2:00, Sunday and Monday. Sarah, though she rarely has work, seems to be an unproclaimed member of the Three-o-Clock Club. She often came in to buy snacks in the early morning, and that's how we were introduced. The first time we really talked at all was one night when she was particularly bored, and insisted on counting all the several hundred pennies in the penny pot, and throwing all the dirty ones in katsup to de-oxidize them. This, I add as an aside, did not actually make them any cleaner. She claims it was because I didn't leave them in long enough, but one would think a full day to be enough time, neh? So anyway, she's shortish, cute, and has really brightly orange hair. Back to the narrative.

Everyone hung out in Aaron's room for a while, Bookie John got sick from the seven shots/no dinner combo and married himself to his toilet, and Invisible Jon, Sarah, and myself tried to watch American Movie. I'd wanted to see it for a while, but somehow found it bizzare that Jon had rented it. It was a really sucky copy, though, and kept skipping. I eventually fell asleep, and went to bed.... but hey, by four, it'd been a long day.

Then I had some kickin' dreams. They were cool, but it's not boot to go into them here. Then I woke up, at, like, four in the afternoon. Did my workout, played some Halo, did some math homework, ordered out from Noodles, Etc., and watched an episode of Sex and the City. What a freaky, weird show. Then I met Igy's sister, heard about a party from Nate, and for the first time ever, Beth and I were able to find not just a third, but a fourth for Euchre. So we played Euchre. Geoff and I won. I told him about the party, and after another half hour of math on my part, we went down to fifth floor with low expectations.

This party was awesome. I can't say for sure why, but I'd guess it was the people. But there were rumours of another party on 56th and Drexel, and Dinesh, Bookie John, and Beth all wanted to go. They invited Sarah, and she invited me, not knowing I was already included. It was still nice. Alla made fun of my attraction to Sarah. Then it was time to leave, and we missed the bus.

So we piled into Carden's car, and left Sarah behind. The other party, speaking as one who was not drinking, really sucked. At least I got in free. People kept spilling beer on me. I wanted to leave ten minutes after I got there, but was most unwilling to walk all the way back in sandals. So. Yeah. I was there for two hours, then caught a ride back with Caroline and Alex in the car of some guy Caroline knew. Caroline had been drinking again, but wasn't nearly as scary this time.

Fortunately, most of my favorite people were still at the fifth floor party. So I hung out there, just talking and stuff, helping clean up, for a couple more hours, with Dinesh, Bookie John, Sarah, and some others. Then a bunch of us came up to my room and wound up watching GI Jane with Eric and Alice. Everyone left partway through. Then, when the movie was over, I started typing this. It's been fifty minutes, which means I still have eight hours to sleep before I get up for church. Rock.

You know, I hardly ever say "Score" anymore. I'll have to start again. Score.

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